“The problem is not so much that the world limits your imagination, as your imagination limits the world.”

knausgaard cropped 3This is the third of six volumes of memoir about the world and the imagination of Karl Ove Knausgaard.  It’s a new kind of writing that defies categorization and is driven be the desire to explore the truth. For Knausgaard, “the truth” includes the things that he is ashamed of as well as the things he imagines. These books are infused with sensitivity and anguish.  When he describes the auras of trees (pages 81-82), it is hard not to weep. I carry his thoughts and ideas with me now. Like reviewers around the world, I am entranced by these books.

Karl Ove Knausgaard, My Struggle: Book Three: Boyhood, translated by Don Bartlett (Harvill Secker, an imprint of The Random House Group Ltd., Brooklyn, 2014), p. 365.

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